Zhang Dage walked in and saw his wife searching for the bedding, he hurriedly came over to lend a hand.
"Xing'er, are you blaming me?"
Xing'er was the maiden name of Zhang's wife.
"Blame you? Why would I blame you?"
Zhang's wife busied herself tidying the house, not even turning her head as she spoke.
Zhang Dage sneaked glances at his continuously busy wife, striving to explain, "Actually, bringing her home, I too was desperate. Currently, my young sister is getting older by the day, and a few years ago she was delayed by someone, and now there's still no one coming forward to propose marriage. Aren't you worried about me? Right now, Ruan Qi's circumstances are very similar to my own back then, so I thought of bringing the person home. If it turns out well... wouldn't that also be a good thing?"
